Earth Abides

This'll be the third time

to the south face of the quarry.

I know she's still hiding traces of pyrite.

And today I'm feeling lucky.

I've been looking all over for you.

Aah! Fuck!

Ahh! Ahh!

Gah! Shit!

Fuck!

Ah! Ahh. Ah.

Gotta get... get out of here.

No, no, no!

Gah!

Ah!

Gah! Ah!

Oh, son...

son of a bitch.

Ah.

Fuck!

Fucking bitch!

Breathe!

Fucking breathe.

Is anybody in there?

He's sick. Let's go.

Mom.

Mom.

Mom.

Mom.

Jesus Christ, Ish.

Rip Van fuckin' Winkle.

Since the beginning of time,

humans have longed to know the secrets

hidden within the land upon which we stood.

To calculate its age and understand its secrets,

and from this curiosity,

geology had its nascent beginning.

And while others looked to the stars

to divine meaning,

geologists have always sought the treasures

that can only be found by digging in the...

Oh, my God.

No.

No! No!

...outbreak has occurred.

It is highly contagious and lethal. Please shelter...

...by the Emergency Alert System.

This is not a test.

Citizens are advised to take the following steps.

Stay alert to news media events or local...

Mom?

Dad?

"Alone."

It's a word I'd always liked.

It meant freedom to study.

to think,

to learn.

It meant quiet.

Now it's too quiet.

In the first season, the grass grows tall.

If one were to give it 20 years,

it would become a jungle of second growth,

but give it a hundred years,

you walk in a full-grown forest,

scarcely knowing that man was ever there.

There has to be someone left in the city.

As for man...

there's little reason to think

that he can escape the fate of other creatures.

During 10,000 years,

his numbers have been on the upgrade.

In spite of war, pestilence, and famine.

No. No! No!

No!

Wake up, Ish.

Wake the fuck up!

Wake the fuck up. Wake the fuck up, Ish!

Wake the fuck up.

Biologically,

man has, for too long,

been rolling an uninterrupted run of sevens.

Spin to win, and win to spin!

Hit the dragon for maximum payout!

The more you spin, the more you can win!

Spin to win, and win to spin!

Hit the dragon for maximum payout!

Where the fuck is everyone?!

Hello?!

Hit the dragon for maximum...

Make mine a double.

Oh.

We've frightened you.

Uh. I apologize for not having, uh...

A naked body is nothing to apologize for.

Milton, get me a robe from the pool,

for our new friend's modesty.

He's not my life partner, if that is your worry.

Just my death one.

Drink it. Quick.

It fixes almost everything.

Did you tell him we're... we're not married, dear?

Come on.

I think he knows.

Ann and I met here, truth be told.

Both here on business.

Why?

Are we here?

"Immune" is the word.

"Fucked to hell" is the definition.

Did you sleep through the matinee, kid?

A little bit.

I was, uh, bitten.

It doesn't matter.

Missed about three weeks.

Well, that's not a problem, because I videoed the news.

I. Needed a record of all this impossibility.

This is breaking news from Channel 7.

The CDC issuing a Level 1 activation,

its highest alert.

...news has learned,

several breaking developments in the mystery virus outbreak.

There are no longer any medical teams,

so we can't help...

As I stand outside the hospital reporting to you tonight,

the number of casualties has exceeded our capacity...

I knew there was a new pandemic.

Vaccines weren't working.

My parents called me three times a day, but.

I thought they were just stuck on the wrong channel.

Turns out, they were all the wrong channel.

And people were getting sick, yes, but.

It wasn't supposed to be the fucking end of days.

The government overcorrected.

Went too scary on the first one,

and played this one down.

Once it had a grip,

it moved too fast for us to react.

The government is suspended until further notice.

Good luck to you all.

I watched my daughters die on Zoom.

There. I said it.

Although saying it out loud, somehow,

makes it even more unreal.

Milt always makes it sound softer,

like a sympathy card.

But everyone's dead, hon. That is the final score.

Not everyone.

And there's nowhere left?

No one?

You. Us.

Maybe it doesn't matter. The Earth is done with us.

When we could still watch the news,

it was only to see which nation fell that day.

So whoever might be left is...

out of time.

After a while, you just curl up and turn away.

Or...

you slip out of all that sadness

and into a tall Martini, baby!

Ah, boy.

The martini helps.

The sadness remains.

You scared him away, honey.

I mean, really?

Where's he gonna go?

Hello?